In the church of St. Panin, black shadows bound the steps of the God of Space and the God of Death.●⌒,.

These shadows do not spread on the ground, but are connected to Luo Jue's fingertips.

When I saw this cold puppet master again, the Space God became more alert, while the Death God was calm and composed with his hands behind his back.

The shadow quickly retracted from under his feet, and he turned his head to look at Luo Jue.

"Based on the manipulation technique above the ability of the Death Shadow, exquisite skills, but you should know the fear of the Death Shadow for me."

Through the dark gate, only half of his body was revealed.

He hid his abilities while inside Roger, and now he has become the controller of hell again.

More status and more power than before.

Luo Jue's puppet exercise also broke through the limit of the puppet master and reached a new peak.

The Shadow of Death's binding ability and the Blood Ancestor's ability to control the soul were already accustomed to him at this time, and he had no disadvantages even when facing the gods.

"The creatures in hell are only afraid of the strong, they are afraid of the controllers of hell, and they are afraid of me."

The black shadow had just shrunk a few inches and spread again under his urging, but this time the god of death did not sit and wait for death. The sickle in his hand gently pressed on the ground to turn into a line. The silent majesty naturally appeared, and the black shadow only spread to the edge of the line and could not enter again.

"The last nine brains, the controller of hell, you went astray because of the Blood Ancestor," Luo Jue said.

Both names and identities are self-evident.

The eyes under the God of Death's hood showed a faint light, and a low and dull voice said: "You are also full of hostility towards me. In a few years, you will surpass the Blood Ancestor and the Puppet Master in all respects."

He walked down the steps step by step and said, "Has the nature of the puppet master changed? Blood Ancestor, Ying, Yuan, Mo. Are there any good people among you, you and Roger,?"

Luo Jue said: "Hostility is only aimed at the enemy, and whether it is hostile depends on your position. There is no distinction between kindness and evilness between puppet masters. In this regard, when standing at the top and being looked up to by others, everyone is the same."

"Man's excuse. God cannot believe it."

"The Golden Circus was first established for the coexistence of man and God. Because of this purpose, I made an exception to let the Pope join. The gods who have been forgotten for too long need his appeal to live with the human race in the mainland."

"Do you understand this humiliation?" said Death: "Atlantis is the kingdom of God. In order to help the human race fight against the demon race, it will decline step by step, and eventually perish and be forgotten by everyone. Even so, our race does not hold a grudge against you. In order to return to the mainland, I compromised and reached a consensus with the Pope."

"What's the result?"

"The Blood Ancestor and the hypocritical pope not only murdered me and took away my right to control death, but also repeatedly blasphemed our clan and dissected the heroes who died in battle in our clan, so that their heroes could not rest in peace."

The low and dumb words were filled with indescribable hatred. The god of death finger Luo Jue said: "Distribute doctrines, fool the people, and achieve their despicable goals in the name of God, but in essence, they always trample on God's majesty and self-esteem. What qualifications are you such despicable races to coexist with our race?"

"The hostility between man and God is irreversible at the moment when I die. From the moment the Pope colluded with the Blood Ancestor, from the moment when the Blood Ancestor blasphemed our clan, from the moment your son, Roger and God started a war. Man and God are incompatible."

"The gods are about to return to the kingdom of God, see the puppet master on the battlefield."

This is a declaration of war.

The black cloak entered the door, and the door slowly closed.

Behind that door, Luo Jue saw a pair of eyes longing for rebirth.

They are different from evil spirits who only have the instinct of killing. When they come to the world again, the divine song that was once praised will become a song of funeral

From the Deadhead Valley to St. Panin, Roger couldn't remember how many people he killed and how many evil spirits he killed, but what he knew was that he was no longer tolerated by this world.

Killing two evil gods, Saint Panin became a ruin. He turned a thousand miles into terrain, and there was almost no one wherever he passed.

In people's mouths, he is no longer a "demon who kills people", a "cursed evil star", and a "inhuman butcher", these are no longer enough to describe him.

Now, whenever someone mentions the name Roger, he will say that even if he searches through the thousand-year history of the mainland, he cannot find a genocide like him who is opposite to the entire human race.

Now, no matter who it is, whenever he mentions his name, he will be frightened and tremble all over, as if he is not alone, but a monster sent by God to make them feel terrifying. Whenever he mentions his name, even the baby in his sleep will be frightened and cry.

And Roger just laughed at these.

On the peak east of the Kuangtou Valley, he sat on the top of the high mountain wrapped in a coat.

In the bloody battle of St. Panin, he suffered more injuries than Oga, but his demigod body was also amazing in his recovery. When Oga was still recovering from his injuries in bed, he was already free to move.

But there was more white hair on his head, and although his back was still straight, he seemed to be walking with a storm of wind. Even the suture beasts in the valley whispered that there were endless souls pressing over his head, but they could not press on his back, so they could not stay above him, forming a terrifying wind.

Roger himself didn't notice it. He seemed to be more cheerful. He would smile and say hello when he saw the stitching beast. He would listen to Angel singing in the morning. Sometimes when he was in a good mood, he would cook for the stitching beast himself.

But when night comes, when he returns to his hut alone, he will sit alone at the window and look out the sky, and look at it for half a day.

"Dong",

Roger threw a stone down the mountain and threw down another one after about three seconds. He mechanically repeated the boring action, neither long nor short, just one in three seconds.

Nicholas, who was standing behind him, kept silent and looked at his back quietly.

When the stones at the foot of the mountain were piled up half a meter high, Roger stopped his movements and asked, "Nicolah, what was the purpose of the burial sect?"

"Build a World of Great Harmony",

"What kind of Datong World?"

"No one is above, no one kneels and prays, no one is hungry and cold, no one is in danger of peace, heaven is not heaven, hell is not hell, God cannot be self-righteous, ghosts do not have to suffer, this is the world of great harmony we want."

Roger smiled.

"What you do is not in line with your lofty ideals at all."

"No terrifying means can be used to push the mountains that block us."

"You can't do it even if you use terrifying means."

“Lower ideals are always difficult to achieve”

"Yes, it's very difficult",
Chapter completed!